Ye Yingxiong was furious and his face turned red, but he did not dare to disobey his grandfather and could only gasp to express his dissatisfaction.
"People can't be resurrected after death. As cultivators, we should keep our minds as calm as still water. There is no need to go to war for a moment's anger." Ye Qingquan said slowly, not sure if he was talking to Ye Xingyu or to him.
Ye Yingxiong explained.
"What if... I don't agree?" Ye Xingyu's expression remained the same, as if he was not moved.
Ye Qingquan added: "That girl from the Zhang family is a prosperous woman with good looks and a good training cauldron. I will give her to you as well. It should be okay, right?"
As soon as he said this, Ye Yingxiong couldn't help it anymore and became furious again: "I don't agree! She is obviously mine, why..."
Unexpectedly, he still couldn't finish what he said. Ye Qingquan raised his hand and slapped him on the face. He took a few steps back, feeling heartbroken and bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Qingquan didn't look at his grandson, only stared at Ye Xingyu in front of him, and asked again: "How? I have made enough concessions. I only hope to turn enemies into friends with you and form a good relationship."
Ye Xingyu smiled, without comment, and said slowly: "I don't understand one thing. You are living in seclusion. You want to cut off contact with the Zhang family. You only need to wait for another year or two, and maybe you can get what you want.
I wish. But why did you ask someone to give poison to Zhang Tiangen? If he is poisoned to death by you, you may also be implicated in the cause and effect, which will harm yourself."
"I have my own reasons. Fellow Taoist, there is no need to ask." Ye Qingquan waved his hand, unwilling to explain.
"In my opinion, there is only one possibility, and that is that you can't wait any longer." Ye Xingyu said that he did not understand, but in fact he had already made a guess, "Immortal cultivators can more or less sense the thread of fate. You
I am afraid that because I knew my end was approaching and there was not much time left, I decided to settle the matter before my death to avoid accidents in the future, so I decided to break the original plan and let Zhang Tiangen go to hell early."
After hearing these words, Ye Qingquan was very shocked, but he tried his best to keep his face calm, not wanting to be seen through by the other party.
Ye Xingyu continued: "Zhang Tiangen is a key point. As long as he dies, disasters will follow one after another. You, the Ye family, can also take advantage of the opportunity and occupy the magpie's nest. And you are a dying person, even if you are affected by the cause and effect.
I am no longer afraid of being implicated."
Ye Qingquan's face was cold, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly had murderous intentions.
Because, his true identity has been revealed, as if someone had stripped him naked, and there is no more secret left.
Just the day before yesterday, while he was watching the stars at night, he suddenly had a sudden impulse and knew that he was going to be in trouble and would probably die.
Because of this incident, Ye Qingquan became vigilant. He was afraid that the situation would change and was unwilling to wait any longer, so he sent his son to the Zhang family to propose marriage and gave him a poisonous pill to prevent Zhang Tiangen from suffering in advance and promote the plan.
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Unexpectedly, there was another nosy monk who not only saw through Ye Qingquan's conspiracy, but also killed his son, and even came to him to question him.
Ye Qingquan guessed that the person in front of him might be his "tribulation".
Therefore, he was afraid and did not dare to take action easily.
It's not that he doesn't want revenge, but he can't bear the consequences of failure and would rather endure the pain of losing his son than compete with Ye Xingyu.
In desperation, Ye Qingquan made concessions and tried to keep Ye Xingyu out of the matter by sharing the income equally. Even though the benefits were reduced by half, it was still better than a dead end.
Unfortunately, Ye Xingyu guessed the truth and exposed it.
As a result, Ye Qingquan changed his mind again. It would be better to strike first and get rid of the person in front of him in one fell swoop. Perhaps this is the simplest and most direct solution.
Anyone who cultivates immortality clearly understands that the journey to immortality is far away and contains countless disasters. It is simply going against nature.
Of course there are tribulations, but they don't necessarily lead to death. In many cases, you can survive tribulations, it just depends on whether you have the ability.
Therefore, Ye Qingquan made up his mind, no longer had any scruples, and planned to break the catastrophe and kill Ye Xingyu.
But as soon as he had this idea, he heard Ye Xingyu say: "I guess... you really want to kill me now."
"That's right! Go to hell!" Ye Qingquan shouted suddenly, and made a sword gesture with both hands. His left hand stood upright in front of his chest, and his right hand pointed forward.
A ray of cold light shot out from the wooden house, like an arrow from a string, and instantly penetrated Ye Xingyu's chest. Then it circled in the air, cutting off countless branches and leaves, and finally flew back to hover in front of Ye Qingquan.
Not moving.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small dagger, more than a foot long and less than two fingers wide. It had a blade in front and a hilt in the back, but there was no sword grid.
This shape is not suitable for hand-held slashing, but is conducive to flying through the air. It is a standard Xuanmen flying sword, and its actions are driven by the soul.
Ye Yingxiong grew up, and this was the first time he saw his grandfather killing an enemy. He was inevitably shocked and stared at the flying sword in a daze.
Ye Qingquan's attention was not on the flying sword, but on his enemy.
Ye Xingyu stood there calmly, his shirt was not torn, there was no blood, and he still had a faint smile on his face.
Ye Yingxiong came back to his senses and saw Ye Xingyu standing still, unharmed. He couldn't help being shocked and blurted out: "What's going on? You're not dead yet?"
In fact, Feijian did not touch Ye Xingyu at all.
The moment the sword tip reached his body, Ye Xingyu turned slightly to one side and just in time avoided the sword piercing his heart. The flying sword, which was like light and lightning, only passed over his chest and did not penetrate it.
"Yes! I have actually mastered the art of sword control. No wonder I have the confidence to kill people and silence them!" Ye Xingyu's lips slightly raised, but he looked at the Ye family monk in front of him with admiration.
The so-called sword control is to use the power of the soul to drive the magic sword to carry out long-range attacks. If you practice it to the extreme, you can kill people thousands of miles away.
Of course, it is extremely difficult to achieve this step. Just mastering the basic skills of sword control will take decades or even hundreds of years.
As a powerful means of fighting for cultivators, sword control is one of the typical symbols of high-level monks. Being able to control a sword represents success in cultivating the Tao.
As for low-level monks, like Ye Quankun, they have to use magic weapons and talismans when casting spells, and they have to concentrate on reciting formulas, and they cannot create a spell with just one thought.
In this age of law-ending, Ye Xingyu was unexpected to meet a sword-wielding monk.
Ye Qingquan was even more surprised. The killing blow he was preparing to launch failed to kill his opponent. It seemed that this person was difficult to deal with, and his cultivation strength may exceed his own.
"Sure enough, you have some skills. No wonder you dare to ruin my good deeds!" Ye Qingquan narrowed his eyes slightly and his face became extremely solemn.